“Watch your words! Unless you want me to live up to them,” the man said unreasonably.
Louise swallowed her curses and said, “You need treatment!”
Logan noticed the anger boiling beneath the surface. “Why yes I do!” As he said that, he pulled the woman out of the washroom.
As the man dragged her arm, Louise grabbed onto the door with her other hand. With a shocked look, she yelled at the man, “What are you doing?”
She did not want to go with the man!
The pervert!
Logan turned around and leaned in once again. “You don’t want to leave? Do you want me to go inside with you and do some perverted things?”
Louise’s eyelid twitched—she was not done with her questions.
“Fine. Can you tell me where you’re bringing me?”
Logan smirked and asked, “Didn’t you say I need to see a doctor?”
“It was a passing comment!” Louise frowned. Why did the man bother listening to her?
Logan charmingly cocked an eye at her and said, “I think your suggestion is valid.”
Annoyed and frustrated, Louise got into the man’s car and headed for the hospital. She figured it was better than being stuck in the washroom. At least she had the option in the hospital.
She obediently sat in the corner of the car and made sure there was a generous distance between her and the man.
Logan saw the way the woman shied away from him and intentionally moved closer. Louise was already pressed against the car door and did not have nowhere to escape. She said, “Isn’t it a bit cramped here?”
Logan curled his lips and playfully said, “Not at all.”
Louise rolled her eyes and said, “Well, I feel so.”
“That’s not my problem.”
Louise took a deep breath to calm herself.
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